I have a cold and coughing but in the library because I have stupid things I need to do... so maybe Nate with a cold? And coughing but still insisting he has to work. And Brad is, of course, looking after him. \o/
On Saturdays, the university library opens at 9:30am. Nate’s been here since 9:41. With all his books in it, his bag weighs twenty-seven pounds
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I made you a present, the note says. It’s written on the back of a scrap of horrifically pink My Little Pony wrapping paper. It has two smooth edges and two ragged ones.
I’ve taken up arts and crafts, the note says. It’s stuck on the top of a moving box. The box comes mid-thigh on Brad. There’s a good chance that inside the box there’s a bomb.
I almost died making this thing, the note says. You’d better be grateful.
The note has Ray’s writing on it. It’s anchored down by one of the plates from Ray’s kitchen, and the plate has Ray’s wife’s cookies on it.
It’s either a bomb or Ray’s second attempt at building a robot dog. Brad doesn’t really need any new parts, but he’ll take them.
I hope this makes you love me, Daddy, the note says.
I love you, Daddy, the note says. There are twelve kisses and eight hugs underneath
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HAH! Throwing shit at people! Definitely awesome! I love how you portrayed them. My love for Ray. Oh it knows no bounds. It's like writing crack without it actually being crack! Best of both worlds.
When Brad comes home from the gym he’s doing a crossword puzzle as he walks into the bedroom. He’s using a pen. Black ink.
Nate jumps him, not because of that, but because Brad smells like sweat and he looks happy and Nate wants to devour that feeling. Maybe suck it right out of Brad’s dick.
Brad’s surprised into dropping his bag and pen and magazine, but he grins when Nate pins him to the bed.
“Hello,” he purrs, hips lifting to let Nate peels him out of his jeans and briefs.
“Hey,” Nate says, distracted by the cuts in Brad’s muscles, dragging Brad’s tank up his belly. His tongue runs through the lines, dipping down into the circle of Brad’s navel. His sweat is tart and familiar and Nate draws a straight line through it, down to Brad’s soft cock.
“Right for the money,” Brad smirks, drawing one knee up so there’s room for Nate to be comfortable.
Nate mmms, kissing the base of Brad’s cock, the curve of the shaft. Brad smells amazing, musky, right on the edge of dirty and it hooks into Nate’s belly, pulling his own dick into
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It is hard to spoon and study though!
AND SNEAKILY SMOOCHES HIM IN PUBLIC! ♥
He would have gone for the mouth, but uh, Nate germs. The very non-sexy ones. Ew.
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I’ve taken up arts and crafts, the note says. It’s stuck on the top of a moving box. The box comes mid-thigh on Brad. There’s a good chance that inside the box there’s a bomb.
I almost died making this thing, the note says. You’d better be grateful.
The note has Ray’s writing on it. It’s anchored down by one of the plates from Ray’s kitchen, and the plate has Ray’s wife’s cookies on it.
It’s either a bomb or Ray’s second attempt at building a robot dog. Brad doesn’t really need any new parts, but he’ll take them.
I hope this makes you love me, Daddy, the note says.
I love you, Daddy, the note says. There are twelve kisses and eight hugs underneath ( ... )
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I agree. It's pretty hard to not having fun writing B+R
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Yeah, clearly I'm not at all excited.
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Nate jumps him, not because of that, but because Brad smells like sweat and he looks happy and Nate wants to devour that feeling. Maybe suck it right out of Brad’s dick.
Brad’s surprised into dropping his bag and pen and magazine, but he grins when Nate pins him to the bed.
“Hello,” he purrs, hips lifting to let Nate peels him out of his jeans and briefs.
“Hey,” Nate says, distracted by the cuts in Brad’s muscles, dragging Brad’s tank up his belly. His tongue runs through the lines, dipping down into the circle of Brad’s navel. His sweat is tart and familiar and Nate draws a straight line through it, down to Brad’s soft cock.
“Right for the money,” Brad smirks, drawing one knee up so there’s room for Nate to be comfortable.
Nate mmms, kissing the base of Brad’s cock, the curve of the shaft. Brad smells amazing, musky, right on the edge of dirty and it hooks into Nate’s belly, pulling his own dick into ( ... )
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I love this line so so much. Boys!!!!
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Anyway:
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